He wouldn't--couldn't stay.

He'll let you know when he is coming next time." "Oh, all right." "Come and sit down." She pointed to a chair next hers.

"How tired you look!" Her tone was very soft, and, as he seated himself, she touched his arm gently.

The room was scented with roses.

A blind, half-drawn on the open window, broke the warm western rays; upon a tree near by, a garden warbler was piping evensong.
"What is it ?" she asked, with a timid kindness.